Room 402, Sunday evening
Sep. 11th, 2011 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Sam had spent all weekend putting together this plan. It was perfect. Soon, she'd get that little twit Carly for stealing her uncle/boyfriend while he was amnesiac after recovering from brain surgery on his fifth fatal cancer. And now was finally the time to put it into action. She had the webcam on her computer set up, her outfit carefully crafted to make Carly's eyes bleed with jealousy. She took a breath, and hit "send" on her face-chat invite.
[ooc: had to get in at least something of another character this weekend. Door is closed, post is open. Should a particular canon-mate arrive, theirs is the last thread.]
[ooc: had to get in at least something of another character this weekend. Door is closed, post is open. Should a particular canon-mate arrive, theirs is the last thread.]
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Date: 2011-09-12 03:03 am (UTC)His leather jacket had its collar popped, his hair was immaculate.
"Are you... there?" he asked, his voice hushed and secretive. Theirs was a love that no one could know.
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Date: 2011-09-12 03:19 am (UTC)"I loved that Shmoopie-poo," he said, his face twitching with emotion. "What can we do to destroy that fiend? How can we possibly hurt her as much as she has hurt us?"
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Date: 2011-09-12 03:50 am (UTC)On the computer, Carly, back in perfectly ordinary Seattle accepted the chat invite. And proceeded to sit there, gaping.